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I’m in the ether now

emerald crickets on the floor

dusty angels giggling

shadow baker’s petit four

beautiful grip the dark

seductive oynx flame

rips open from inside

mind a spinning frame

colors never seen

paint my eyes with oil

if only i could have

things begin to boil

 

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